HELLO. FATHER NOEL FURLONG.
YOU'RE A FINE YOUNG FELLA.
DO YOU NOT REMEMBER WHAT
THE WINDOLENE DID TO YOU?
YEAH. I'M GOING TO GO HAVE A BATH,
HELP ME CALM DOWN.
FECK OFF!
AAH! TED, MY TANK TOP HAS TURNED INTO
SOME SORT OF WOMAN'S BRA!
I'M FINE FOR CAKE, MRS DOYLE.
(TED) 'ELVIS PRESLEY WAS A SIMPLE
TRUCK-DRIVER FROM AMERICA.
- TED, I'M OFF ROLLERBLADING.
- ALL RIGHT, DOUGAL.
OH, GREAT. I LOVE THIS.
NO, I DIDN'T LIKE
THAT ONE SO MUCH.
HERE WE ARE, FATHER CRILLY.
- FIVE POUNDS, TED.
- HARD LUCK, DICK.
(KETTLE HUMS)
AND WHY NOT?
- WOMAN!
- YES, IT IS A WOMAN, FATHER.
HOLD ON A SECOND, KEVIN.
DO YOU MIND IF I PUT ON SOME MUSIC?
- DOUGAL, TAKE OFF HIS GLOVES.
- RIGHT SO, TED.
IF YOU'RE GOING TO BE...
I...OF COURSE...
- OH?
- YEAH, JUST HERE ON THE SOUTH SIDE,
FATHER GALLAGHER, I'VE KNOWN YOU
AND BEEN YOUR FRIEND FOR MANY YEARS.
WELL, IF I MAY...
LOADS, TED. HE'LL BE FINE.
(MAN) THERE'S NOTHING
THAT COULD HARM...
- THIS IS THE REAL WORLD.
- OH, YOU'RE RIGHT THERE, TED.